Author Archives: Kathy
Sophie Part II
Hi all, I get it–you need to know how the story about Sophie ends. FYI–my writing style is a type some people call organic–the story writes itself. Once I have an idea and start writing, the characters and situations lead … Continue reading
A story
This story is a short, short story ( also called Flash Fiction) Hope you enjoy it! Sophie My cabin, while snug, was beautifully appointed. Standing on the compact balcony I breathed deeply of the fresh salt air. The ship rode … Continue reading
Friends
Hello ! This post is a little different than some of the earlier ones. I don’t usually write poems. Especially because I never like the end product. But this reads a little like prose and it does fit into the … Continue reading
Roller Coaster Ride
I feel like my emotions have been on an out-of-control roller coaster ride this week. My week started with a celebration—my brother Brian was ordained as a Methodist Elder. This is a major milestone in his life—it seals his commitment … Continue reading
Aunt Virginia
My Aunt Virginia died. She was my godmother,was a constant in my life and, at times, my surrogate mom. She made the worst oatmeal and the best Rocky Road fudge. She was known for being no-nonsense and strict, but … Continue reading
Longing
Longing feels like loss, but is hopeful for restitution…for rebirth… for renewal. Loss leaves a void, one that seems to beg to be filled, but how? How do you bridge the void? New ideas, new friends, reinventing … Continue reading
Insomnia
Insomnia—a dreaded word. And a dreaded condition. It conjures up images of tired people barely getting through the day in zombie-like trances. I have insomnia. Sometimes it’s not so bad and I sleep more or less regularly. I go to … Continue reading
Young Again
The car races along the patent leather- like streets as the mellow Jazz tunes waft from the radio. I hug the door, staring straight ahead. Earlier I had been shocked to hear a Beatles tune played as part of the … Continue reading
Daughters
I recently returned from a visit with my only child, my daughter Brenda, who lives across the continent from me in California. We spent a lot of time sitting and talking, time that was precious for us all. We … Continue reading
Youth
“Love like youth is wasted on the young.” (Love is Lovelier the Second Time Around) Like most people in my generation, the renowned Baby Boomers, I don’t feel old. Could I say then, that I think that youth could be … Continue reading